Wild Horses - Bishop Briggs

You hold me down in the best way

No quarter from these chains that I've

Slept on my heart for a feeling

Why can't I let my demons out?

Keep screaming into the pillow

Cause your taste still gets me stupid high

Oh glory, I'm a believer

Oh glory, I'm a troubler

Wild horses, wild horses

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

You call my truth in the worst way

Through the dirty lands of a broken smile

And I swear I'm not a pretender

Sometimes it's love who's the baby's cry

So, I keep on damning the devil

And you keep on saying it's alright

Oh glory, I'm a believer

Oh Lord, I'm holding tight, but

Wild horses, wild horses

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

So, I keep on damning the devil

And you keep on saying it's alright

Oh glory, I'm a believer

Oh Lord, I'm holding tight, but

Wild horses, wild horses

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster